http://daemonomicon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-08 09:26 pm

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

Nighttime.

Or, at least, what passed for nighttime on the meatship.

A time when most of the crew was already fast asleep, dreaming away pleasantly throughout the night.

...Or, perhaps not. For you see, tonight, something particularly strange is happening.

Now it is not all that unusual for someone to have a nightmare, especially not on the ship.

Yet tonight, no one will sleep easily, for the Nightmare King deems it so.

Everyone's dreams will have a tinge of horror to them. Nothing so out of the ordinary to rouse one's suspicions, but at the same time, no one is left out.

Pleasant nightmares, meatship.

[ooc: And thus begins the start of the Nightmare King's spree of insanity. He's starting out subtle, of course. The nightmares won't be anything more than your run of the mill bad dream, but he is giving them to everyone. Posting in isn't mandatory, but if you want to have fun with your character's nightmare, go right ahead.]
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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-01-11 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Rhiow was silent for a few long moments. "Thank you," she said, with difficulty. She wasn't sure she wanted any of her crewmates to witness... this. It hadn't exactly been a fine hour for her, no matter how she had come out of it at the end. "I think I'm going to wake up now, if you please."

She opened her eyes to the high arched ceiling of Grand Central Station, an eerie echo of her dream. Then she sat up and began to wash furiously.